a sea of bodies

A sea of bodies but she can only see him in the back of her mind; the scene, the scene, the scene-

Rappers preach out across the congregation in black and white, holding glasses of crimson as they sway to the beats. Smiles and laughter filling the faces of the party goers and socialites and-

She could see herself in it earlier she was chatting first to the guy who was too drunk to stand then to the one with the fiery head. On and on he went-

The room was bouncing as she meandered from one clique to another, to another, trying to look for him, he was meant to be here an hour ago, but he was always-

She slipped out of the room stuffed full of people to indulge in the cool crisp night air, a shock of ice filling her lungs, freezing her thoughts on pause-

Over the voices and music spilling out of the room she hears a shriek; a crash, a bang, a worst-sound-ever. She sees bright lights from the over by the-

Just ten minutes later and she’s standing in that same place, outside looking in, no longer full of the night air. Her thoughts on fire while her body, crimson and cold. His life, his old life, smeared-

A sea of blood surrounding him; she tried to hold it, to stop it, but it flowed, it flowed, it flowed.